Is there such a thing as an Inactive Top?

When I'm out shopping for clothes on a budget, ROSS Dress For Less rarely lets me down. They've got a kick ass selection of husky boys' Levi's. At 14, these pants were too long and too wide for me. Sadly at 28, they're just the right fit. Anyhow, while perusing the aisles, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sections supposedly reserved for "sportswear." That term always makes me picture 80's-style headbands, leotards and leg-warmers all of the ladies who went to Jazzercise^tm classes wore so religiously. For better or for worse, it turns out they're referring to athletic socks, jock straps, and those shorty shorts Bill Clinton tortured us all with when he would go for his Presidential runs. (I won't even get into what the term "Presidential Runs" has me picturing. Ugh.). I looked for the "Active Versatiles" section but came up empty handed, so to speak.

But I digress...


My point is: Shouldn't everyone - top, bottom, versatile, undecided, decline to state, other... - be "active" in such situations. I mean, it''d be rude to sit there like you're asleep, without making a sound or at least feigning pleasure for the sake of your partner. Those of you with more puritanical values (and what exactly are you folks doing here?!?!) might prefer a nice quiet evening copulating through a sheet. To each his or her own. I think we should be "active" with the lights on from time to time. But not if you're into leg-warmers and Clinton-style shorties. Then keep the lights off. Only you need to know you're wearing that.

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In other gay news, my friend at work has the coolest boss. Her son - her high school aged son - is openly gay and she loves it. She told my friend that she looks forward to being a PFLAG mom as he gets older and sees a real benefit to having a gay son. She even has a few pro-homo stickers on her car! She wondered not too long ago if people would think she's a lesbian. Not because she cares, but because she thought it would be funny if they did. Jeez - I can barely get my mom to say the word "gay" with singing the theme to The Flintstones. Times change quickly. When I was in high school, almost all of my friends knew, but I didn't come to my parents until my early twenties. To have the courage to do it as a junior in high school is amazing. And to be the kind of parent who accepts and loves their child unconditionally and with gusto shouldn't be an oddity, it should be an everyday thing. But because it's not, this mom rocks. Not surprisingly, she loves me. Hopefully this means she might hire me into her department should the opportunity arise. Gay or straight - we all need to use our connections wisely.

Thanks for connecting tonight. After an extended hiatus, I will be back on HomoMojo tomorrow night. I will try and save some creativity for this space, but at the very least, you'll find a link to it on tomorrow's page. See ya then!

-J.

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